The man's tears are not light.

Sadness is inevitable.

The soul returns, the soul returns, and the land of bliss also returns.

The heroism is not there, and there is only a soft blood left in the chest.

Whether it is killing slaves to serve the country, or saving compatriots in dire straits, it is not as vivid and strong as the corpse in front of him.

The cold corpse, without a trace of blood; The widened pupils were still visible, and the look of grief and struggle was still visible.

Between life and death, it is close at hand, but it is separated by yin and yang.

It is rare to see loved ones again, and what more tragic thing in the world can be more tragic and heart-wrenching.

Zeguo entered the war map, what are the plans of the people?

With your words, you will succeed in ten thousand bones!

A few years later, who still remembers them, and who will pay homage to this wandering ghost between the white mountains and black waters.

There is no joy of a large reward after the war, there is no joy of immortality, there is only a deep sorrow for the dead.

Although compassion is not in charge of soldiers, compassion is human nature.

Shi Dayong is not a ruthless and unrighteous hero, he is also moved, and he also looks up to the sky and howls, just for those loyal warriors who repay the country with death.

Bow and worship, knock and knock, only to knock on the head with bloodstains, and was persuaded by the subordinates who heard the news

Witnessing the mourning of the garrison, Matsuyama was moved, and countless people burst into tears.

Dare to ask the Ming army, which one can perform such a great gift for these nobodies who died in battle!

Justice is at ease in people's hearts.

The garrison had done his best, and he didn't run for his life on a war horse like those dog officials, but really lived and died with Matsuyama.

With this main general, even if it is worth dying!

Go into battle to kill the enemy, how can there be an immortal.

On the day of joining the army, it can be regarded as eating this bowl of severed head rice, and living day by day, how can I think about the day after tomorrow.

If he is really dead, he is also loyal to the emperor, so he will not eat the emperor's food in vain, and he will stain the trumpet of this official army.

After death, if you can receive the three kneels and nine bows of the garrison lord, this life will not be in vain, this Tartar will not be killed in vain, and this battle will not be fought in vain.

"Adults don't have to be like this, brothers feel the kindness of adults, and the Huangquan Road is not in vain!" Jiang Wanli looked at Shi Dayong with a sigh, he couldn't imagine that this dignified guard would be able to make a move of kneeling and kowtowing. You must know that this is a great gift, only worship the prince of heaven and earth, and he once worshiped for his subordinates. I am afraid that I will be ridiculed by those who read as a gift for not knowing the saints.

"In addition to bowing down, what else can this official do for them I owe them, I can't repay it."

Silently getting up from the ground, slowly glancing at Huang An and other officers, Shi Dayong suddenly said word by word: "I have made up my mind, I will collect the dead brothers one by one, and we must return to the whole body, so that the soul of the deceased can return to his hometown." ”

"All corpses?"

Hearing this order, the subordinates were stunned and looked at Shi Dayong in disbelief.

Ignoring the surprise of his subordinates, Shi Dayong said emphatically: "Even if it's a finger, you have to find it for the brothers!" ”

"This"

Huang An and Shao Wu looked at each other, the corpse on this hot day could not be saved at all, and it would not take a day to sprout, and then it would be a rotting corpse, not to mention that the corpse smelled bad, so where to find the coffin used to hold the corpse?

These are seven or eight hundred people, not seven or eight people, where did Songshan get the money to buy coffins for them, and even if they have this silver, where can they buy it?

Lord Shi's heart is good, and he wants to let the brothers return to their roots, but this thousands of miles away is really unrealistic.

No one dared to take this stubble, and all the generals had a bitter color, but seeing the solemn look on the face of the garrison, no one dared to speak.

In the end, it was Jiang Wanli who came halfway, and he said to Shi Dayong:

"My lord, it's the scorching heat, the corpse is not easy to preserve, this place is close to our Songshan, but sixty or seventy miles away, everyone can always rush back before the corpse is rotten, but the brothers come from all over the place, as far as these brothers in my cavalry battalion are concerned, they are scattered all over the pass, not to mention that the second battalion of Wuyong was brought by the adults from the pass, and if the whole corpse is transported back, it will be transported for thousands of miles, and the cost is not small."

Speaking of this, seeing that Shi Dayong was unmoved, Jiang Wanli had no choice but to persuade again: "Many of the brothers are separated from their hands and feet, half of their bodies are many, and there are not a few who have their intestines falling to the ground. ”

Listening to what Jiang Wanli said, Huang An hurriedly echoed: "Yes, yes, what President Jiang Qian said is very true, and the last general also agrees to be buried nearby." ”

Shao Wu also said: "The brothers have received the wishes of the adults, but we really don't have the ability to return the corpses, and it is common practice to bury them nearby, and the brothers will not blame the adults under the nine springs." ”

Shi Hai, Guo Er and other generals also echoed each other, saying that it was not advisable to transport corpses for thousands of miles. Even Guo Yi, who has always listened to Shi Dayong's words the most, shook his head, and Li Dashan, with the support of the fifth and sixth children, hesitated to say that it was better to bury them nearby.

At first, Shi Dayong only listened quietly, but when he heard that none of his subordinates agreed with him, he couldn't help but be angry, held back his anger, and asked: "Okay!" You all say that it is not advisable to transport the corpse for thousands of miles, and the official asks you, if it is you who die, do you hope that you can return to your homeland or are you willing to be buried in this foreign land for a long time, and your relatives will not even be able to see your last side! ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned, and then you look at me, I look at you, and after a while, they all subconsciously lowered their heads.

The leaves fall back to the roots, and after death, they are buried next to the grave of their fathers and mothers, and Qingming can bear the children and grandchildren with pieces of paper money and incense, just ask, who doesn't want to.

It's just that if someone else dies, no matter how painful the heart is, it is always difficult to think of himself, so in order to make less trouble, he is naturally willing to bury the dead brother nearby. But ask yourself, can they really bear to see these brothers buried in this foreign land?

The silence of his subordinates made Shi Dayong feel more and more that he was right, and that he should transport the bodies of these soldiers who died in battle back to their hometowns and hand them over to their relatives, so that he could be regarded as fulfilling his duty as a commander.

Although he died in battle, he also died in a foreign land, Chinese, talk about a leaf falling back to the roots, the future world is like the wind is declining, there are still thousands of miles of righteousness to transport the corpse, not to mention this ancient fashion today.

"I don't care what you think, but these brothers are here with me Shi Dayong, and I have to send them home. I can't send back the living, but I must send them back and hand them over to their relatives with my own hands, so that my heart can be settled! ”

"Don't tell me any reason, no matter how difficult it is, you have to make it, no matter how difficult it is, you have to be lucky! If you don't want to do it, Lao Tzu will do it himself! ”

The words are categorical, and no one will be allowed to oppose them. After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked towards the dead Lao Zhou, bent down slightly, carried Lao Zhou's body on his shoulder, and walked towards the carriages carrying grain step by step.